Chelsi smiled as she held her flower crown to the sun, proud of herself. Her tattoo stung, as it was fresh. As she placed the crown upon her head gently, a couple showed up in the meadow. She felt angry that she couldn't be alone for one moment in her life when she's constantly surrounded by civilization. Chelsi smiled evilly as the couple making out left. It's times like this she loved her ability. You see, she could make people do what she wanted in her small town of Bluffton, Minnesota.
And she can't stand romance. The thought of it alone made her sick. The last and only relationship Chelsi had was a couple years ago. She grew too attached to the charming man, and ended up broken when he left out on her, just like her father. She should've known better than to let another man in and trust him, as He walked out on her and her mother before she turned six months old. She was even told by her friends on the other side of the veil it was a mistake. It wasn't hoodoo or binding a reaper to Earth for the sake of a friend, she wasn't that desperate for friendships.
She simply could see the supernatural where other could not. Demonic possession, angelic possession, ghosts and spirits, reapers, the whole shebang. Although Chelsi admitted to being lonely. Chelsi sighed while laying back in the tall grass that beared fruit to the white patterns, giving her memories of her life up to 17. "Sometimes I wish the couple on the corner would just get a room, seems like everyone around me's on their honeymoon. I'd love to take a pin to a heart-shaped balloon, everybody's got somebody but me." she sang softly. The girl sat up suddenly at the sound of movement on her land.
It was just the couple leaving, as far as she could tell. She grabbed her knife soaked in holy water and secured her shotgun loaded with salt rounds just in case. A tall man wandered my property, accompanied by a handsome one, with a leather jacket. She approached the two confidently. "Leave my land." She ordered, as the shorter one started to walk away. The older one remained, seemingly immune to my powers.
"How could this be?" She asked herself. He began to walk towards her aggressively. Is she like Andy? the stranger thought. The girl could see his features clearly now. Somewhat short hair, for a male, moles littering her face in occasional spots. He stared at her to intimidate her, as it worked in a way. He began to corner her as she backed up against the closet tree, and she pressed her hands against his chest to no avail. "Sam!" the other guy yelled after him. As he got within hearing distance, he stopped him. "Dean, she knows something..." Tears began to run down her cheeks in fear.
"If you're ghouls, please, I don't want to die." I begged. The man let up, and traded confused looks with the man beside me. "Are you a hunter?" they asked, as she slid down to the bottom of the tree. For a girl this timid, I would doubt it... Dean looked away. "Why? Who are you looking for?" She eased up on the tension. "No, we're alright. We're Hunters too." Sam smiled. "Yeah... Secretly, my step-mom wants me to get an education instead of worrying about the monsters under my bed, as she puts it. I just tell her I'm investigating into my biological mother's death." She explained as she kicked the soil beneath her feet.
Everyone was silent. "How'd she die?" they asked in unison. "They say house fire, but to hell with that, no pun intended." A chuckle was heard from Dean, while Sam was shell-shocked. "Your dad?" Dean felt compelled to ask. "Left us before Mom died. My step-mom had a child with him and he left on her too. Then she just got re-married. There's Jerry, my step-brother. Marie and Thomas, stepparents. Katie and David, proud parents..." She leaned on the '67 Impala, whistling as she stroked its side.
"What a gem! You treat this baby right, I hope." Dean's eyes lit up at her knowledge. "Better than my own brother." he patted Sam's back. "I figured you two for brothers." They sighed in relief for some reason unaware to her. Chelsi lifted her pants leg to show the knife in her boot and the shotgun at her side. "And here I thought you were an amateur pretty girl." She scoffed. "Far from it, assbutt." The surprised kept coming, Sam thought. "So, you know Bobby Singer?" she grinned. "Know him? Hell, he's my uncle! By the way, how is the old man?"
They nodded slowly, still taking in the lady's ambitious attitude. "...Good..." She furrowed her eyebrows with disbelief. "Have a drink." Dean handed her his flask. She sighed and threw her head back, being dehydrated anyway. "If you're going to test me a demon, be more discreet than holy water in the future." She sighed.